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The word for December is ‘Heart’, so I thought I’d relate this true story about when my husband Sam and I had a rather terrifying experience in Georgetown, Grand Cayman, in February 2017:
A GEORGETOWN MISADVENTURE, by STEVIE TURNER
Have you ever stepped out of your comfort zone? I did back in February 2017 as Sam and I and about 20 other people waited in the rain on the dock at Georgetown, Grand Cayman, for the last tender to take us back to our cruise ship. The skies were black, and I hoped we would get back to the safety of the ship, which had been anchored in deeper waters, before the storm really began. The excursion supervisor looked up and assured us it would only be one of those squally showers that can afflict Georgetown in February, and we had no doubt that the sun would soon return from behind the clouds.
A howling wind whipped frothy waves up over our sandals as we waited. I looked at my watch; the ship would be sailing at 4pm, and the last tender was due to leave at 3.30. It was already 3.20. A few of us hardy souls had taken a longer than average trolley ride around the capital, braving the inclement weather and singing to the driver while he had unrolled plastic sheeting down the sides of the trolley in a futile attempt to keep us dry.
By 3.45 and with no sign of the rain abating, we boarded a bobbing tender. The ship had a tight schedule, and tardy guests missing the deadline had to make their own way to the next port of call, which was hundreds of miles away. A local company had provided the means of transporting three thousand cruise passengers from ship to shore and back again, and so the cruise ship’s own orange tenders (doubling as lifeboats) had not been launched that day.
As the tender rocked and rolled in the howling wind, I was glad I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. Passengers cheered as wave after wave splashed up over them, but all I wanted to do was get back to the relative stability of the huge cruise ship. The up and down motion of a small boat had never been a favourite of mine. I closed my eyes and wished the moments away.
I felt the height of the waves increase. Sam informed me with some concern that they looked to be at least ten feet high. I didn’t want to open my eyes. I could hear passengers still cheering. Sam laughed and told me we had reached the ship, and that passengers were performing Mexican waves as the boat was tossed about. I opened my eyes and saw the ship’s crew standing in the gangway on deck 2 waiting to receive us. Our little boat bashed against the sides of the ship, the engine strained, and it was obvious to all and sundry that we could not dock.
As the boat struggled to stay upright in the wind and waves, the crew of the tender began to hand us out life jackets. A long pole was retrieved from its moorings above, and placed on the floor. Suddenly the passengers ceased to cheer, and all that could be heard over the noise of the engine was one woman vomiting into a plastic bag.
My heart was racing with a burst of adrenaline as I struggled to don my life jacket. I heard Sam say that he could swim better and keep me afloat without the hindrance of a great orange thing around his neck, and he refused to wear one. Other passengers old, infirm, or hugely overweight also did not bother to put on theirs. I wanted the best chance of survival, and I asked a crew member to help me fasten the lifejacket straps properly. He told me he was used to rough seas, and not to worry.
Several ship’s officers were looking at us with concern from the gangway, and smug cruisers regarded us as entertainment and watched our plight from the safety of their balconies on the upper decks. Officers radioed to the boat’s captain to return us to the port so that we could board a larger tender. My heart sank as we moved away from virtual rescue and back into the open sea again.
The vomiting lady excelled herself all the way back to port, where a larger tender had appeared. Soaking wet, terrified, and clutching my damp rucksack, I reluctantly boarded the vessel with Sam, who cuddled me all the way back to the cruise ship with two cold, wet arms.
The rain stopped as suddenly as it had begun, the sun came out, and we were at last able to be transferred safely back to the cruise ship. As I walked through the security scanner, I was dismayed to be greeted with a cup of steaming hot milky chocolate. I am dairy intolerant!
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Joy E. Rancatore said:
Well, that settles it. I will definitely NEVER go on a cruise ship! 😉 I’m not a fan of boats of any size. Thank you for sharing your story!
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Stevie Turner said:
It was terribly scary, especially when the crew took down a long pole with a hook on the end to fish anyone out who looked like falling into the sea. Ugh …
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Joy E. Rancatore said:
Oh my!! 😳
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dgkaye said:
Oh I remember this Stevie, when you first told me. Lol, we were 2 ships passing in the day. 🙂
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Stevie Turner said:
You were probably there the week before!
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dgkaye said:
Nooooo, remember we talked about it? You boarded the ship the day we got off! 🙂
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Stevie Turner said:
Our lives have an uncanny similarity…
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dgkaye said:
I know right?????? 🙂
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Stevie Turner said:
Ha ha…
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Phil Huston said:
Travel horror stories. EEEK! I went through a couple of years where no matter where I went Delta let my suitcase run a couple of days behind. It’s no fun wearing newly purchased slippery Italian designer underwear for a couple of days.
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Stevie Turner said:
Too much information there Phil…
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Phil Huston said:
Forgot to say I threw one in the pot over there and referenced your reblog as the source. (Auto correct changed that to red log three times!)
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Stevie Turner said:
Cheers Phil.
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Gary said:
Wow Stevie, truly terrifying experience. So glad you can recount the tale though. Things like this can come back and haunt you at times too. Reminders that life can be fragile and taken for granted. Anything could happen at any moment and remembering that helps us live better.
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Stevie Turner said:
Yes, the young especially should remember this.
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Losing the Plot said:
That reminds me of watching Titanic. I used to be a lifeguard, even coached lifesaving and competed at national level. So for a full week after watching the movie I was rescuing people in my sleep. I’m hoping this story is from your imagination, but if not we’ll done for not panicking.
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Stevie Turner said:
No, it’s true unfortunately. I wish it was fiction though.
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ellenbest24 said:
I don’t know how I missed this as we were in the same blogbattle! A great story though a terrifying experience. Glad you survived to tell it!
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Stevie Turner said:
I only added mine today. What’s the link to yours?
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ellenbest24 said:
Ahhh! Mine was last week and slid into November’s battle.
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Ashwini Nawathe said:
That’s adventurous. Also, will love to participate in your #Blogbattles!
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Stevie Turner said:
Hi Ashwini. Just follow the link I added. I don’t run it, I think it’s Rachel Ritchey that organises it. I’m just taking part this month.
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Ashwini Nawathe said:
Oh ok… Cool! Thanks 🙂
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Gary said:
Ooh Ashwini, can’t wait and yes it’s Rachael Ritchey that runs the site and if you need help shout out as I’m an admin there too 😊
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Anindya said:
That’s a quite adventurous trip you took to board the Cruise ship…..I have experience of travelling in smaller fishing trawler on the rough waters of Bay of Bengal here in Vizag, India and I know that’s not a very comfortable experience……a tense reading of your post indeed..
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Stevie Turner said:
Thanks Anindya. It was a horrible experience, but it taught me one thing – to never go in a tender again!
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Anindya said:
I know….
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Debbie Harris said:
This sounds like a great project and your story was great!
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Stevie Turner said:
Thanks Debbie.
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jenanita01 said:
That was an adventure you won’t be repeating?
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Stevie Turner said:
Too right. I don’t think I want to go on any more cruises to be honest.
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jenanita01 said:
Doesn’t do to tempt fate, again…
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jenanita01 said:
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Stevie Turner said:
Thanks for the re-blog!
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